Cooper's Writing Studio

Eight years ago today after my son, Sol built me a writing room from part of the garage I held a writing room blessing party. In honor of the occasion, friend and award winning poet, Sandia Belgrade wrote the following poem.

We do it in the woods
and by pristine ponds
so blue the words
so green, our words drip algae
we do it with trees as witness
we are the bloodof sap made word

When we do it inside
each board, each brick
becomes a letter
the natural elements: trees and water
wood and stone and god as change
create stories
they choose the story tellers-
their poetry takes the raw materials,
the uncooked sense of our being
and polishes us into a diamond stylus
an alkahest able to mark a page with signs
that become primal matter
sounds we speak to one another
characters who run out of our mouths
and into the heart of any listener
who sits with us by a fire.

Sandia, 9-18-99